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spidernuggets · 1 month

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Jason Todd x Bitchy!Reader

Note: It's note really "bitchy" per se, but idrk what else to put

You didn't think you were THAT mean of a person. You were only mean when you needed to be. You know, standing up for your friends, standing up for yourself. But sometimes, you think, is it too much?

You were never good with expressing your own emotions. Every time someone gave you a gift, you'd reply with an awkward, muttered "aw.. thanks, it's great." And you'd genuinely love it, but you're just too enclosed to express your gratitude.

Or when you get compliments from your friends, you telk them to shut up and go away. Your friends know you, luckily. They know you appreciate the compliment based on the flushed look on your face when they call you cool or pretty.

But when you met Jason Todd, your friends noticed how happy you looked. They knew you had an on and off relationship with your parents, causing you to act better than everyone else when really you feel like the worst person in the world. Luckily, your friends are supportive of you, and no doubt, did they get excited over your new love interest.

"You know you're not subtle, Y/n," your friend once said to you. "Every time Jason comes by to pick you up or something, your pupils form heart shapes."

You rolled your eyes at the memory, walking into Jason's apartment.

"Hey, Jay," you say, walking up behind the couch, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders and placing a loving smooch against his cheek.

He smiles, his heart getting warm and mushy from the soft affection.

"Hi, babe. I... I got something for ya," he quietly says, reaching for something in the pocket of his sweatpants.

You perched over his shoulder, trying to see what he got.

He pulls out a small black box, and upon opening, it reveals a shiny, sliver necklace with a heart charm. "It's uh..." Jason awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as his cheeks heat up and pink flushes across his face. "It's for the last time you gifted me that switchblade."

Jason wasn't the most confident in gift giving, but the fact that he tried made your heart swell. The hard part was trying to express that feeling.

"Oh.. it's really pretty, Jay. Thanks.." In your language, it translated to 'Oh my god, it's gorgeous, I want to marry you, you're the absolute love of my life'

At this point in your relationship, Jason was well aware of your shallow reactions, but knew that you appreciated the things he offered to you, so he never took your awkward reactions to heart.

Your heart was racing, but you kept thay information to yourself, so you kissed the ruffles of his hair and thanked him again.

You told him you were going to change into your pjs (his hoodie), so you speed walked to your shared room, and quickly shut the door behind you.

Your face was so warm, and you wasted no time putting the necklace on. You held the charm close to your chest, mentally screaming and kicking your feet at the gift and changed into a comfier shirt and sweatpants along with Jason's hoodie.

You were ready to go out to spend some more time with Jason, but he came into the room in a rush.

"Hey, sugar, I got some last-minute work that I got called in for," he kissed your forhead before walking past you, grabbing a bag from the closet.

"I'll won't be back until late, so don't stay up, okay? Make sure to get some sleep, sweetness."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you mutter as he sped out the door.

You sighed and laid on your bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. This wasn't the first time Jason had sped out for a last-minute call into work. It was probably due to his little secret life he's hiding from you.

You wanted to tell him that you knew about his Red Hood alter ego, but you wanted to let him tell you himself when he was ready.

But this dash out the door has become so recent, him leaving even outside his usual schedules that you observed, you're beginning to think that..

What if he's leaving just to get some space from you?

It's a ridiculous thought, but you honestly wouldn't blame him. You agreed with the idea that your lack of words of affection and gratefulness, and attitude could eventually get exhausting.

Another memory with your friends flickered in your head.

"Does your boyfriend ever question how you act?"

A new person was introduced to your friend group. They weren't really aware of why you acted like you did.

"What do you mean?" You sharply replied.

They laugh. "I mean.. you're not the most.. expressive person, Y/n." They reply with a grin. You never like this person. Luckily, they were kicked out of the group shortly.

"Dude-" Your actual friend tried to cut in.

"Ha," you chimed. "Well, it's kind of none of your god damn business." You snarled.

They held their hands up in sarcastic defence. "Calm down. I'm just saying. Show some smiles and gratitude once in a while."

You were close to punching them right in the face before the rest of your friends told them to piss off.

But maybe they're right. Jason deserves more than a weak thanks. He needed more affection, more smiles, and more love. He definitely needs it after every shift from work.

Your relationship might be on the line if you don't up your game.

So early the next morning, you awoke to Jason's arm loosely around your waist. You smiled at his light, tired snores, kissing his chin lightly before rolling away from his warmth and comfort. You tucked him back into the blanket before heading to the kitchen.

It's been almost an hour before you heard Jason's heavy padding for footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"N/n?" He groggily calls out, rubbing his eyes, and the sight was so fucking adorable.

"Morning, Jay Jay!" You excalimed, mentally cringing at the extra sweetness. "Want some breakfast?" You brightly smiled, plating the final portion of scrambled eggs and placing it onto the table, along with the bacon, pancakes, toast, and juice laid on the table.

"Wow, this is a lot. What's the occation?" He asks confused, still tired from waking up.

"What? Can I not spoil you, handsome?" Your stomach churned from your newfound personality, which also cause Jason eyebrow to raise in question.

"I guess?" He said, unsure from your more cheerful mood. "You okay?" He carefully asked.

"More than okay, now that you're awake, baby," you walked up to him, placing a lingering kiss to his lips.

His brows furrowed. "Baby? That's new." He commented before sitting at the table. He knew that the cheesy nicknames were his department. For you, it was either Jay or a joke nickname that had some significance that only the two of you knew the context behind, like troublemaker or stubborn.

"Did you sleep well? How was work last night?" Another development. Needing to know how he was after every activity.

"It.. Good. It was good. You sure you're okay?" There was nothing wrong with the questions you asked. It was just new to him. And the seemingly forced smiles that looked like they were making your cheeks hurt were new, too.

Your smile faltered. "Yeah... why d'you ask?"

He put his utensils down. "It's just new. It's not bad, but.. it seems kind of unnatural for you." He calmly says. Then slowly questions, "Can I ask what brought it on?"

"I..." You hiccuped. All you thought since last night was the thought of Jason leaving you because you sinoly can't express your emotions as well as most others.

You didn't even notice the light tears rolling down your face.

"Hey, hey, sweet thing, what's the matter?" He quickly asks with worry, both his hands cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears.

"Don't leave, please.." you whimper.

His face softens. "What? Babe, why would you ever think that?" Your tears are wiped away, but he continues to caress your face.

"I- I thought you were getting tired of me.. I thought I needed to- to be more caring or- or emotional, devoted? I don't know.." You stammered, looking down at his knees, avoiding his attempts to look in your sad eyes.

Oh.

"Oh, my sweetness, I'd never get tired of you. I'm so crazy for you. You don't even know."

"You're always gone.." You pathetically whine.

Jason's hands move away from your face, then quickly occupied to your hands. "Please look at me, Y/n?"

He asked so nicely. You couldn't possibly deny his request. So you look up to share his gaze.

He sighs and starts his long explanation of his occupation as Red Hood. You only knew about the Red Hood part. But he revealed to you everything. From when he was brought in by Batman, he became Robin, died, all the nitty gritty.

And he ended it by revealing he was Red Hood.

You sniffled. "I know." You say quietly.

"What?" He asked dumbfounded.

You could only let out a light giggle. "I already know your Red Hood. You accidently left your thigh holsters in the closet."

And hearing your faint laugh made Jason smile. "Well, why didn't you tell me, N/n?"

"Wanted you to tell me when you were ready," you shrugged. "So.. you're not gonna leave?"

He laughs. "My sweet thing, I love you so much for you."

Your eyes slightly widen. "You love me?"

"You've no idea," he smiles, holding your chin, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

"Mm, whatever," you mutter between his lips. Instantly, he knew that meant that you loved him too.

"That's my darling."

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harleehazbinfics · 3 months

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Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 4: Family Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2000+ A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!

there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)

“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.

Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”

“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.

Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.

I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.

I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.

It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?

I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.

“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.

The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.

“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.

Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”

“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.

“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”

“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”

Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”

I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”

He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.

(3 years later)

“Abigail!”

A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.

“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.

She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”

“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.

“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.

“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.

“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.

“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.

After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.

“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.

“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”

“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.

She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.

“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.

“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.

Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.

Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.

I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.

“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.

“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.

“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.

I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.

“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”

I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.

I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.

I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.

“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.

“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.

“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.

“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.

“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.

“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.

Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.

“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.

I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”

“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.

I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.

To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.

Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”

“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.

At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.

“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.

“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.

“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.

He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”

I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.

“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.

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luv-gin · 2 years

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. loid forger.

ꨄ cw. wife!reader, misogyny by that swan guy, protective loid, mentions of blood.

MASTERLIST.

a/n — mr. forger was very hot for this one.

your jaw ticked as the man in the middle continued on with his sexist bullshit "but it is a woman's job to do all those things regardless."

"I sure do hope you don't talk to your wife the same way." swan looked at you with an irk mark on his forehead but you merely sent him a mocking smile.

"what do you do on the weekends?" you mentally sigh in relief as the questions happen to be the same ones loid made you practice beforehand but you still couldn't help but feel irked by the misogynistic man sat in the middle who eyed you and loid with contempt.

"go to the museum, or opera, or..." the white haired man deemed the answer good enough as he moved on to the next question.

"and what would you like to do once you get into our school?" you watched the girl sweatdrop as she scrambled her brain for an answer.

'come on baby, you know this one!' you mentally encouraged the little girl who spouted out an odd answer.

"uncover all the secrets of the boss of the organisation!" she declared and you shared a look with loid who quickly came to her defense with a better answer.

"please excuse her, our daughter is a bit more ambitious than most." you sent the men a bright smile as you gave a little chuckle to back loid "she wants to climb to the top so she's interested in the headmasters personality and lifestyle."

the monocle wearing man seems impressed as he turns to the girl "then do you know the name of our esteemed headmaster?"

'it's almost as if his name isn't plastered everywhere around the school' you thought, wanting to roll your eyes 'I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing benedict ivan goodfeller in my sleep'

"um.." anya stammered as she thought for the name "benejix ibon goodheller, sir."

'a for effort'

"then how much effort do you suppose is required to be as great as him?" question the man further.

"like to survive in the jungle with just clothes on your back or to forge your nerves by retaking a test with your life on the line, over and over again." a smile formed on your face that she never failed to not put on, you recall watching that episode of the spy anime with her yesterday.

a change of topic was brought yet again and this time, the kind white haired man questioned her on her fathers occupation "a sp-"

confusion overtook your features before she changed her response "an aspecially good mind doctor."

"is your nose stuffed up?" he asks concerned before moving on to a question about you "and what sort of person is your new mother?"

anyas expression lit up as you were mentioned "she's really, really nice but she can sometimes be scary if you make her mad."

"if you had to rate your parents, how many points would you give them?"

you nibble at your bottom lip as you await her answer "100 points! top score!" she exclaims "ma and pa are fun and I love them!" you heart warms up at her words "I wanna be with them forever." you could feel a few tears threatening to spill from your eyes but you don't let them.

the half balding man in the middle scoffs as he proposes a new question for the girl "and who scores higher? your new mum or your old one?"

you suck in a deep breathe to control the anger you felt coursing through you veins, loid was so set on this school, you could not ruin it for him when he tried this hard. you clenched your fists and looked down at your lap to keep a levelled head.

"professor swan, that sort of question-" the glasses wearing man began to object but the rude man merely responded with a "aren't the questions left to the interviewers?"

"can you please change the question?" loid requested in a serious manner but the man smirked "nope. now answer the question or I'll deduct points."

you noticed how silent anya was and so you lifted your head to check on the girl only to see tears spilling from her eyes. your eyes widened and you felt an arrow pierce through your heart and your body moves to comfort her against your control.

"sweetheart," you say as you approach her and hold her tiny hands in yours, wiping away the tears that pooled down her eyes.

"I see, I see, so your old mum was better after all?" swan implies as a sharp glare is sent his way.

"you've crossed the line, you're an extremely horrible person." you practically spat at him as you hold the sobbing girl against your chest and smooth down her hair.

"that's enough [name]," loid reminds you but you couldn't find it in you to care "he's made anya cry, loid."

"many of our students live apart from their parents in our dormitories." swan states with an impassive stare "if she's going to cry over every little thing she has no place in our school." he mocks and you feel something in you snap at his verbal attacks.

"so making children cry is an everyday occurrence to you?" you ask as you send him a deadly stare, voice empty as you cock your head to the side "no wonder your daughter got taken away from you, neglect and abuse can cause serious damage to a growing child."

his face turns red as his fury rises "so the second wife snaps when she's compared unfavourably to the first?"

that's all it takes however to make loid snap as he lunges over the table in an instant and your eyes widen as he breaks the table in half.

"excuse me," he clears his throat as he stands up straight, blood dripping from his fist "there was a mosquito on the table." true to his words, the poor thing was squashed in between the broken splints of wood.

he turns his back to the men and you take that as your sign to pick up the little sad girl in your arms "thank you for taking the time to see us today."

swan stands up in anger as he calls out loid "where do you think you're going? we're not done yet!"

"if your educational philosophy involves trampling on the feelness of children, then apparently I chose the wrong school."

"how dare you insult our academy?" swan yells as loid beckons you over with anya "c'mon, you two."

you set anyas head in your shoulder as you walked out the door, loid closed it behind him with a "please excuse us."

you stare at loid in your slouched down position on the couch with anya sitting on your lap and hugging your mid section. his expression reads failure.

"we definitely didn't pass." he says in defeat and you sigh as you get up and place anya down on the couch, wordlessly walking to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate for everyone.

"sorry pa," anya mutters with her head hanging low as she clutched the material of her dress "I didn't try hard enough on the test... I'm sorry."

you hated seeing anya like this, the always cheerful girl who easily managed to put a smile on your face so beat down was not something you think you can handle for any longer.

"it's fine, anya, you don't need to apologise." loid tells her "I don't think you'd want to go to that school anyway."

you watch as the girl gets up from her spot to now clutch onto the material of loids trousers "I... wanna go to school." she mutters against his leg.

"huh?"

"or we won't be together anymore."

"anya.."

you knaw at your lip as you brain goes into thinking 'this family was put together for loids mission, if anya isn't admitted into the school, then this family will no longer be necessary... I don't think I'd be able to live without them' you furrow your brows as you bring over the tray full of warm liquid, desserts and peanuts.

"but to be frank, our odds of passing are hopeless at best." loid reminds them and you groan at his way of thinking.

"have a little hope, will you?" you nudge his shoulder "anya is too cute and impressive for them to reject." anya nods her head fervently and loid gives her cheek a little pinch.

"you're right." he brightens up as he picks the little girl and places her on his lap "whatever happens, happens.” he agrees “but for now I need to thank the two of you for preparing so hard for that test." you hand them their designated cups before seating yourself on the arm of the couch.

"to the bright future of our family!" you clink your cups together when the sound of something hitting the floor intercepts your hearing, quickly you set down your cup as do the others and you examine the sound.

"our family photo... fell." everyone's faces dropped as you stared at it before loid looks at you with an almost I told you so expression.

you bite at the inside of your cheek before you scrunch your face and relent "yeah, that could be a sign..."

#loid forger oneshot #loid spy x family #loid forger x reader #loid forger #loid x reader #spy x family loid #spy x family

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tuiccim · 11 days

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Wrecked (Part 4)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

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You danced around Billy for the rest of the day. He always seemed to find a way to touch you or at the least, be within reach, and always solicitous. It hadn’t taken you long to realize your folly that morning. He was testing you, making sure you were loyal to his friend. Part of you wondered if Frank had put him up to it. Was he trying to find a reason to break it off with you? Did he regret his commitment to mate you? You hated the thoughts that continuously ran through your head. You jerk your head, trying to make the ugly thoughts go away. Would you ever find any peace from your own self-doubt?

“You okay, gorgeous?” Billy asks as he studies you from across the kitchen counter.

“Fine,” you say, not making eye contact.

“What time do you have to be at the bar?” he asks.

“I’ve got to go get ready now. Are you guys coming by?” You look at Frank for the answer.

“Nah,” Frank says.

“Of course,” Billy’s answers simultaneously.

“Okay, well, either way, I’ll see you guys later,” you retreat to your room to change. You wished you had a moment alone with Frank to ask him what was going on with him, but he seemed content to keep you at arms length. It was as you were driving that another explanation crossed your mind. What if Billy brought back memories of Frank’s mate, Maria? He had known her and Frank’s children. The thought made you sad and you wondered if you had jumped to conclusions about Frank’s remoteness. You resolved to talk to him about it tonight after close.

Saturday night at any bar is busy and you were glad your other bartender was here. You really needed to find another hand, if only to give you a couple nights off a week. You usually take Mondays off but you'd been called in several times lately. You loved the bar but everyone needs a break sometimes. You hadn't taken a vacation since you bought it.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as a group bustles in through the door. Without them even making it across the floor, you get a pitcher going and gather glasses. They were regulars on Saturday nights. The group bought a few pitchers, played pool on one of the three tables, and were decent tippers. The leader of their group, Dane, came by to drop his card for the tab and grabbed the drinks. He was an Alpha and paid little attention to you outside of ordering and paying. Just how you liked them to behave.

You were surprised when Frank and Billy actually showed. After their awkward exchange earlier, you assumed they wouldn't bother. Billy was all smiles as he approached and you set their drinks at two open spaces at the end of the bar.

"Thanks," Frank said softly with a gentle look. It warmed your heart and you gave him a genuine smile. He looked in your eyes for what felt like the first time in days, though it had only been hours.

"How's the night going?" Billy asks.

"It's been busy but nothing we can't handle," you nod.

"Can I get another?" A patron calls.

"I'll check on you guys in a bit," you smile as you get back to work.

The next hour goes by in a blur as customers come and go. You rarely have a moment to breathe and do little but refill glasses. The music was playing loudly and there was a commotion at one of the tables that calmed down with Jordan's quick work. It was a great night business-wise and everyone was having a good time. You had finally made it back over to the guys when, out of nowhere, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Your shoulders tensed as you glanced around.

"What is it?" Billy looked around before looking back at you.

"I don't know..." your eyes continue to scan.

"You probably just caught a chill," Frank attempts to reassure you.

"Um,yeah... probably," you say softly.

"I don't think so, Frankie," Billy disagrees. "Your face went white, gorgeous. Something set you off."

Frank glances around and shrugs, "Everything's fine. Relax. I'm gonna hit the head."

Taking a deep breath, you pour Billy another drink with a small smile, appreciative of his understanding. You glance up to check on the group at the pool table and see their pitcher getting low. You head that way to ask if they want another or to close out. Halfway there, you stop dead in your tracks when you make eye contact with a late arrival to the group. The Alpha that attacked you gave a sinister smile before lifting his glass. You look towards Jordan but he's dealing with a couple of young looking guys at the door. A hand grips your arm and you gasp, twisting to see Billy. A laugh rings out from your attacker's direction and your gut clenches.

"It-it's him," you breathe out, frozen in place as your anger builds.

"Who?" Billy looks and immediately knows. His hackles raise as he locks eyes, a challenge clear in the other Alpha's eyes.

"He attacked me. Frank stopped him. He can't be here," you set off to face your attacker but Billy catches you.

"Hey, Let me handle it," Billy says.

"It's my bar. I can handle it," you say confidently.

"But you don't have to. Let me do this for you," Billy argues.

"No, I need to do this. I can stand up on my own," you pull away but, letting go of a little of your pride, you turn back to him, "But you can back me up." As you walk, you catch Jordan's eye and motion for him to join you. You approach the Alpha with them flanking you. "I'm only going to say this once, leave now."

"Brought your posse, huh? Where's your hero with the crowbar? Couldn't hold on to him? He didn't want the broken Omega?" He says, darkly.

"He's right behind you," Frank's gruff voice is accompanied by the sound of a pool stick taking out your attacker's knees.

"What the fuck?" Dane yells, seeing his friend being attacked.

Frank stops him with the pool stick, "You don't want in on this."

"What is going on?" Dane looks at you for an answer.

"Last time he was here, I cut him off. After close, he attacked me by my car. He's not welcome here," you explain plainly.

"Did he hurt you?" Dane asks.

"Nah, I hurt him," Frank grouses.

"Is that when you were in that 'car wreck', Matt?" Dane looks at his friend.

"No. Back me up here, man!" Matt yells.

Dane looks between Frank, Billy, and Jordan and shakes his head, "I'm good. Uh, when you're done here another round would be great."

"Sure, Dane." You look at the guys, "Get him out of my bar. Feel free to remind him why he's not welcome."

"We've got this," Billy stops Jordan from joining them. The dark smiles Frank and Billy exchange are enough to make your insides quell. Matt would be shitting his pants before the night was over.

You grabbed the pitcher and flounced back to the bar as if nothing had happened, secure in the knowledge that he'd never show his face here again. His audacity was mind boggling.

You settle back into the swing of things and finish off the night. Just as you were yelling last call, Billy and Frank come in with bruised knuckles. You pour them each a drink with a grateful smile.

"Thanks for delivering the message," you wink.

Frank smiles as he raises his glass, "Anytime."

You glance down at Billy's split knuckles, "Need some ice? Or a bandaid?"

"Nah, gorgeous," he licks the wound and takes a drink while staring at you.

You don't know why but it was hot as fuck. Your mind immediately went to it doing other things and you have to swiftly shift your attention. You pour yourself a hit of whiskey, a rarity for you, but necessary to help you through these strange feelings coursing through you.

“You okay, babe?” Frank eyes you.

“Just a little keyed up,” you say, dismissively.

“Sounds like you need an outlet,” Billy gives you a rakish look.

Deciding to play his little game, you lean on the bar suggestively, “Any suggestions?”

Billy’s eyes betrayed him in that moment. Want was obvious but a moment of vulnerability flashed. He recovered quickly to send a smirk Frank’s way, “You’ve got a firecracker on your hands, Frankie.”

“She gets in her moods,” Frank cracks.

You raise an eyebrow at the comment but before you can reply, Dane walks up to close out his tab. He leaves a big tip and looks at Frank, “He still alive?”

“He was when we left him,” Billy says with a cagey shrug.

“He’s only in town a couple of times a year but once his dad hears about this, he won’t be back. Sorry for the trouble. Won’t happen again,” Dane nods to you as if sealing a deal.

“Thanks. See ya next Saturday,” you say to assure his welcome to return.

“Alright, let’s head out, Bill. Jordan, you’ll make sure she gets to her car?” Frank drains his glass.

“Uh, yeah. Of course,” Jordan says nervously.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll stay with her,” Billy states.

“Wha- No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” you retort.

“I’d feel better if you weren’t alone,” Billy says sternly.

“Jordan will be here,” you argue.

“She’s good, Bill. Let’s go,” Frank jerks his head toward the door.

“You go ahead,” Billy says coldly. “I’m staying.”

“You always were a stubborn bastard,” Frank laughs, shaking his head.

“Always,” Billy says dismissively.

You clench your jaw in frustration but turn away to finish off the night. It was as if time sped up to leave you alone with Billy. The bar emptied quickly, the staff cleaned in record time, and before you realized it, Billy had told Jordan to head to his apartment. Taking the cash to the back room, you crouch down to lock it in the safe. It was the only way to put some distance between the two of you. His intent to get you alone was obvious to you and you wanted to get into the car quickly to limit it. What you didn’t expect was for him to be right behind you when you stood up from locking the safe.

Gasping, you growl out, “Damn Marines and their fucking silent steps!”

Billy chuckles as he closes the little distance between you.

“Don’t,” you put a hand up to stop him.

“We need to finish our conversation from this morning,” Billy intimates.

“The one where you tried to seduce your best friend’s Omega?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Were you testing me? Is this some sick game you play? Or did Frank put you up to it so he has a reason to dump me?” You practically spit the accusations. All of your anxiety and fears come to the surface with them.

A muscle ticked in Billy’s clenched jaw. His dark eyes bore into yours as he leaned in closer. You stand your ground but you’d be lying if you said your insides didn’t quiver. His scent was suddenly more intense and you knew you had struck a nerve. His hand lashed out to grasp you by the throat and pull your face close to his. You wrap your hands around his wrist as your eyes widen. You should be scared, afraid of what this Alpha may do to you but you find yourself aroused by his reaction. Your thighs clench and heat pools in your belly despite you fighting these feelings. He takes a deep breath, pulling your scent in before speaking, “I don’t play games with other men’s Omegas. I don’t mess with Omegas at all, generally. But, I do go after what I want and from the moment I stepped in this damn bar yesterday, all I can think of doing is marking you as mine,” he growls.

“Why?” You ask, staring at him pleadingly, desperate for an answer. Mainly because you felt the same way. Your mind and body were screaming out for him. It was insanity, a delusion. It had to be. A reaction to agreeing to be mated. A seven month itch, fuck, it had to be something because whatever else it was, it was wrong.

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it but I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” he whispers.

“I’m Frank’s,” you reply quietly.

“Funny,” Billy says, trailing his fingers over the scent gland on your neck and sending a shiver through you, “I don’t see a claiming mark. You’re with Frank, you’re not his. Not yet… He won’t stay. He can’t. Even if he does mate you, he won’t stay.”

Those words broke whatever spell Billy was able to put over you and you felt the anger claw its way into you, “And you will?”

Billy’s lips part but nothing comes out.

“Exactly,” You push him away. You grab your keys from the desk and flick the lights off as you exit the back room, “Let’s go.”

You walk away without a backwards glance. Shutting everything down as you go, you make it to your car and slip in without him bothering to say anything more. Frank had told you Billy was known for going through the Omegas but you were kicking yourself for falling for his soulful shit again. Yes, you were attracted to him but he was just passing through town and no matter how much you wanted to give in, it would be stupid to lose Frank for nothing more than a quick fuck. You rode in silence to the cabin. Your anger and frustration were too intense to allow you to speak and Billy was similarly stoic.

As soon as you were inside, you went to shower, feeling as if all you could smell was Billy on your skin. You ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed your skin of any smell from him or the bar. When you entered the bedroom, Frank stirred, woken by the light from the bathroom.

“Everything okay?” Frank asks, squinting.

“No,” you say as you get on the bed.

“What’s the matter?”

You pull the blankets down and straddle his naked body. Kissing him hard, you pull back just long enough to whisper, “I need you.”

His arms go around you immediately and his mouth opens to kiss you more thoroughly. You reach down to pump his cock until it’s hard enough for you to slip it inside. Your walls clench around him. Breaking the kiss, you sit up to work your hips more quickly, allowing him to fill you more.

“Jesus, babe, what’s gotten into you?” Frank moans as his hands cover your breasts to knead.

“Fuck, needed this cock in me. Needed it stretching me out like only you can,” you answer, throwing your head back to let out a moan.

“Quiet, babe. Billy will hear us,” Frank chuckles, sitting up and trying to pull you to him for a kiss.

You push him back down forcefully and ride him harder, “Then he’ll know just how good you fuck me.” Your anger returns as you ride him. Anger at Billy for his very presence, anger at Frank for making you feel he always had one foot out the door, anger at your family for making you feel less than, anger at society that considered you nothing but a wreck. You rode all those feelings out on Frank’s cock and when that wasn’t enough you dug your nails into his pecs until he grimaced. You drag them down his chest leaving angry red marks, making Frank roar as he grabs you and throws you under him. He thrusts as hard as possible, driving impossibly deep, and forcing a cry from your throat. He doesn’t relent, pounding into you harder than he ever has, enough that you know your thighs will be bruised. You lose yourself in it, allowing your mouth to fall open and release moans and cries with no regard to who hears. When you come, your body bows and you release a full-throated scream.

You lay like a ragdoll, completely spent and grateful for the release but Frank isn’t finished with you. Pulling out, he grabs your leg and flips you over. He pulls you up onto your knees and slams into you repeatedly from behind, grunting as he uses his hands to pull you back against him. Your skin slaps obscenely and you can do little more than curl your hands into the sheets as he fucks into you. When his hand lands a punishing slap on your ass, you cry out again.

“Don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you tonight, but don’t worry, babe, I’m gonna fuck it out of you,” Frank growls as he continues his delicious assault on your pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, your eyes rolling back in your head as another orgasm slams through you.

“That’s right. Let it out, fuck,” Frank pulls out of you and you collapse on the bed. Turning you on your back, Frank pulls one of your legs across the other and enters you again. You're twisted in half, breasts and face where he can see them, but your ass is still displayed as he fucks you. He grasps your thigh as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. “Play with them. I wanna watch you,” Frank brings your hand up to your breast.

You pinch your nipples, twisting and flicking as he watches. His hips drive into you steadily and his thumb makes circles around your clit. Your orgasm creeps up on you, your attention on your breast but your body suddenly spasms and you let out a high pitched moan. It comes in waves and you clench down on Frank with each one.

“Frankie, baby, please. I need you to fill me up,” you whine, exhausted.

“You want me to fill you up, you’re gonna have to work for it,” Frank grunts, pulling you up. He positions you on top of him in reverse cowgirl. “Ride me like you did the other night and maybe I’ll give it to you. Move that ass,” he says as he delivers another punishing smack to your ass cheek.

“Oh,” you squeal as you begin to move. You’re so tired but you put all of your remaining energy into bouncing on his cock. You stick your ass out, giving him the full view. He licks his lips as he watches your dripping cunt swallow his cock. He grabs handfuls, delivers alternating smacks, and smears slick from your cunt to play around your tight, little asshole.

“Play with your clit. I want to feel you come around my cock one more time,” Frank demands.

“I… I don’t think I can,” you whimper.

“I ain’t coming until you come, ‘mega. I suggest you get to work,” he flexes his hips up into you to emphasize his words.

You circle your clit, searching desperately for that toe curling feeling. You reposition your hips to allow his cock to hit your g spot a little better and begin making shorter strokes. You find it and ride it out, begging your body to give you just one more. When you felt yourself teetering on that precipice, you whined until the spasms hit. Your hips moved in jerky motions as the orgasm made your legs shake uncontrollably.

Frank’s deep voice groans, “Oh, yeah, fuck. That’s it. Fuck.”

You feel his knot lock in place and you sob as pleasure rolls through you. Frank rolls you to your side while you’re still connected. His big hand caresses your cheek before resting it on the back of your head.

“That’s what you needed, huh? Just needed my knot filling you up, huh, ‘mega?” He whispers, exhaustion clear in his voice.

“Yeah,” you whisper, glad that you were facing away from him so you could hide your tears. You were filled by a man who wanted you, so why did you feel so empty?

Part 5

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wildesqdreams · 2 months

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hi! I love your blog!

Can you maybe write a Jameson hawthorne x reader fic based off of I can see you by Taylor swift? If not it’s totally fine

i can see you

pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - a friendship becomes so much more, but it's not for other eyes to see.

warnings - none, just kissing and love.

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a/n: I AM SO SORRYYYYY, THIS TOOOK SOOOOO LOOONG TO WRITE. i just had no motivation or inspiration, but i will be doing other requests, too.

i've been watchin' you for ages

and i spend my time tryin' not to feel it

"you should just finally gather the courage and say it," y/n's classmate, lucy, spoke, beside her, "you're just torturing yourself."

the girl removed her gaze from him and looked at her, "absolutely not," she closed her locker, "and i'm getting over it, so just stop talking about him."

"then stop staring at him every time when he's in your view."

y/n rolled her eyes. but mostly because of how stupid her heart was.

she tried. she really did. to stop the warm feeling, ambraising her every time he was near. or to get rid of the goosebumps that appeared when his touch scarred her skin. or the desire to throw their friendship away just to feel his lips on hers.

it was like every time she saw him, she could imagine it. his arms around her. his lips on hers. their bodies pressed against each other up against the wall.

but it was all just a fantasy. a desire.

"let's go, or we will be late," she walked to class with lucy, not feeling the green eyes locked on her back. the same green eyes she fantasizes about all the time.

and we kept everything professional

but something's changed, it's somethin' i, i like

popular wasn't the word that you would describe jameson hawthorne as or the other hawthorne's. he was a dangerous threat. his mind a powerful weapon. jameson hawthorne was a boy with a different view to the world - it being a game. a riddle.

maybe that was the reason for people respecting him and his family. because of the wealth, reputation, and the name. or maybe it was because jameson hawthorne was a wanted treat, on whom all the eyes laid.

but like they didn't know a lot of things about the boy, they didn't also know one of the biggest secrets that hid behind his green eyes - that he was trying to move a piece on the board towards something frightening but exciting.

so, just like that, friendly conversations with flirty comments turned to secret touches and heated kisses.

it was important for jameson to keep the relationship as a secret. for a hawthorne grandson with a reputation so big it was a risk to show his private life to the public. the boy was scared that the talks and whispers would destroy something so magnificent and special. jameson hawthorne was scared that by making a mistake, she would get hurt, and he couldn't help.

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

his lips were on hers as soon as he pulled her into an empty classroom, his hands on her hips.

every time y/n was with jameson, she could feel her heart pound. the girl could feel the adrenaline rush through her body. with the hawthorne, she felt free. euphoric.

"i have maths in ten minutes," y/n murmured against his lips as they slowly backed away.

"mhm."

as soon as her thighs hit the desk, jameson lifted her up and stepped in between her legs. his lips still on hers.

her hand found its way to his hair, "we're revising for a test."

jameson started preparing light kisses along her jaw, while his thumb drew small circles on her thigh.

"it's very import-"

"i swear to god, if you don't shut up about studying for once, i'll drop you out from school," jameson finally spoke as he looked into her eyes.

the girl giggled.

"you'll do great, y/n/n, i know you will," he leaned in and kissed her neck, "and if you won't i'll help, but i think either way you'll need me, beacuse you're trash at combinatory."

the girl pushed him back with a shocked smile, "you just said that i'll do great!"

"didn't want to tell the hard truth," he smirked.

"jerk," y/n rolled her eyes while smiling.

"yeah, but you love me, and i love you, so you can't stay mad at me," he saw her grin and gave her a small kiss, "i love your smile."

y/n's stomach filled with butterflies, and she pulled jameson in by the neck as she connected their lips.

Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

I see you

"he's looking," lucy spoke.

y/n felt her cheeks heat up, but she continued doing her homework.

"what is he even doing in a library, doesn't he have important hawthorne stuff to do?"

"like what?"

"like getting the arrogant stick out of his ass?"

the girl snorted, which caused other people to look at her, "that's graysons job, not jamesons, " she whispered, ignoring the people.

before lucy could respond, y/n's phone vibrated. she checked and saw a message from a someone.

'i would love to hear that laugh again. meet me at midnight?''

'you actually are a shit'

'i love you too and i'll take that as a yes.'

y/n couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. that boy was gonna be the death of her.

"it's him, isn't he?"

"what? no?" she put the phone down, and resumed to her work.

lucy chuckled, "gurl, you're a terrible liar."

y/n laughed and bumped the girl with her shoulder, "shut up."

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kolyasangel · 29 days

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you remembered?

a/n: this is my first official post so the writing may not be that great, and there may be errors. regardless, I hope you enjoy! happy birthday kolya ヾ(≧▽≦*)o mwah

synopsis: it's nikolai's birthday and you plan a surprise for him...

genre: fem!reader, fluff

etc: Коханий = beloved, я тебе люблю = i love you

It was spring already, and the weather was warming up making you content with the change of seasons. You were walking through multiple shops trying to find something for your boyfriend as it was his birthday today. You curse under your breath, regretting not finding a gift for him earlier. At the same time, you couldn't blame yourself too much, what did someone like Nikolai even want as a gift? You sigh to yourself, swearing this was the fifth shop you walked into. Going out today was a last-minute decision as you felt insecure about what to gift Nikolai.

"What could he want?.. What if he already has what I want to give him? What if he doesn't like it?... this is so annoying..."

You wanted to get something nice for your eccentric boyfriend, feeling as if the handwritten card and homemade piroshki you planned to give him later that day wasn't enough. You manage to pick out a gift for Nikolai and thank God that it didn't take the whole day.

An hour later, you finally come home feeling tired. You wanted to take a nice bath and relax for a few hours, but that would have to come later. Nikolai would be coming over to your place soon, so you had to prepare the surprise you had for him.

You quickly prepared everything, a plate full of freshly baked piroshkis, your handmade card, and the gift you had just purchased today. It didn't seem like much, but you just hoped he would like and appreciate the effort.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. You quickly went over to the door and opened it, greeting Nikolai who was wearing a casual outfit today. The sight made you blush. This wasn't the first time he wore casual clothing, but he looked so handsome no matter what he wore.

Nikolai embraced you in a bear hug, and you giggled while looking up at him which in turn made him giggle as well. It was as if he needed to squeeze you every time you two saw each other.

"Hello my lovely dove! Did you miss me?~"

You smiled and poked his cheek before giving him a peck on his lips.

"Yes, I did miss you! Happy Birthday Kolya."

Nikolai felt his heart melt, looking at you with a tender gaze. Nobody had made the effort to remember his birthday before. Either they didn't care or thought he was lying like his typical self. After all, his birthday was on April Fool's. But now that Nikolai was in a loving relationship, he received so much love he had never felt or received before. It overwhelmed him yet it felt so good. He spoke the following words coyly, not in his usual tone.

"You... you remembered?"

Nikolai felt something stir up inside him. Butterflies perhaps? He felt an emotion so strong, a feeling his past self would hate to deal with. His past self was long gone. Now he just wanted to experience life to the fullest alongside you. He felt like everything was going to be okay as long as you were there beside him. You were his whole world. His thoughts were interrupted as you spoke.

"Of course I remembered! I'm your girlfriend!"

You stroked his fluffy bangs and gently traced his scar with your fingers.

"I have something for you. Can you close your eyes for a bit? I'll tell you when to open them."

Nikolai nodded without hesitation and waited for you to finish doing your thing. Once you allowed him to open his eyes, he gasped as he saw you holding a gift for him. He smiled and took the bag, excited to open his gift.

"For me? You shouldn't have dear!"

He peeked inside the bag and pulled out a small box that seemed to contain something expensive and high quality. He opened the box that contained a brand new pair of white satin gloves. You had always liked Nikolai's sense of fashion and the way he accessorized himself. Nikolai didn't say anything at first, instead, he pulled you into a tight hug and caressed your hair lovingly. After a minute he finally pulled away and spoke in a soft voice.

"Thank you darling, I love them."

You blushed as you watched him try the new pair of gloves on. The gloves looked nice on him.

"I'm happy you like them. I have something else for you Kolya..." You hand him the card that you spent hours on. You delicately decorated it with ribbon and various cute stickers you knew he would find silly. Each word neatly written to declare your love and appreciation for his existence.

Nikolai opened the card and began to read it slowly, taking in every word. You swear you saw his eyes get watery. Was he crying?

"Kolya?" You leaned in closer to him to take a better look at his face, to discover he was indeed tearing up. Your heart softened as you saw him in an emotional state, you took your hand to gently caress his cheek and wipe a tear that fell. Nikolai sniffled a little before looking up at you astonished by what he had just read. He was so touched by your innocent way of expressing your love for him. He tried his best to hide his face but tears of joy kept leaking out, he looked so innocent and cute. Not even a second later, he pulls you into his lap and kisses your lips gently.

"Thank you Коханий. я тебе люблю"

After a few more kisses, he buries his face into your neck.

God, you loved it when he did that... his face fit so good in your neck. He looked up at you for a second before going back to nuzzling into your neck. He whispered loving words to you to thank you for the surprise, it was his way of showing gratitude. You giggled and stroked his snowy white hair.

"You're so cute, you know that?" You got up and held out a hand to him.

"Come, I made your favorite piroshki so let's eat them before they get cold!" Nikolai's eyes lit up excitedly and he took your hand, holding it in his larger one and giving it a slight squeeze. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his special day with the one he loved most.

#nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd x you #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd fluff #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol bungou stray dogs

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caseylicious · 2 years

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could i get some rise boys comforting a reader who feels unlikeable/unloveable?? i've been feeling this way a lot recently and it's really hurting my mental health lol, love your work!!

Adoration.

Summary: How do the brothers comfort their s/o, finding out they feel unloveable?

Characters: Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL (not specified)

Relationship: Romantic (Not specified in the request.)

Warnings: The feeling of being "unlikeable" , self-deprecating comments.

A/N: Lovely, thank you for the request. I would like to let you know that you're likeable and loved. You are deserving of good things dear.

Also this is a bit shorter than my other pieces since there's literally a typhoon that'll happen in 11 hours so please mind that.

Update: your boy had to go deep into the mentally ill state to write this.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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You've never felt this way before, well in a long time. Before you were in a loving relationship with your boyfriend; you felt alone. Rejected so many times that personally, you couldn't count anymore. You kept questioning if you were really that unlikeable? It destroyed your self-esteem immensely. It sent you in a spiral of despair and fear for the future.

A fear for your reputation and value in the world.

April being one of your close friends, has kept reminding you many times of how great you were as a person. How you didn't need a partner to make you feel special. And you believed her the best you could. But you knew it would happen again, and you tried to be ready for it.

But could you really be ready to feel unloved again? No. You could not, so as you laid on your boyfriend's plastron. Those memories and thoughts you tried so badly to conceal, released.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

💙 Leo

You were the angel in his life, your smile shook his world.

Hence all the clever flirts he tried saying towards you which involved heaven.

He just adored you so deeply and how could he not?

Your eyes sparkled, your body welcomed him in warmth, and your lips were so soft.

The light you radiated just makes him fall for you even more. There was really no way he could lose his feelings for you. And he didn't believe that you'd think he didn't love you.

He thought that you were okay, he was okay, that everything was okay.

However that changed when you asked him a simple question.

He traced hearts on your back, embracing the familiar warmth you emitted. "This' the life..." he told himself. Leo looked down to your body on top of his. Watching as you nuzzled your head into his plastron for a couple of minute before you rose up. Your eyes looking into his, he felt his cheeks get warm.

Placing his hand onto your right cheek, you melted into his palm. He smirked for a while. Before you spoke.

"Do you love me, Leonardo?"

... what? His expression was one that you've never seen before. He was deeply concerned holding your face. "Y- Y/N, yes. I do love you. You know that won't change, right?" You nodded slowly, holding onto his hand. "Then... why would you ask that, love?"

Your body trembled as you tried finding the words to say. You didn't want him to know how you felt for so long. Longer than you both were even together. "I- ... i..." He frowned, hugging you close to him. "You don't have to tell me, if you're not ready. I'll always be here for you."

His warm embrace around you, felt like home. You only cried in his plastron as he held you close to him.

After that emotional event, he made sure to remind you how much he loved you.

He bought you flowers

You heard your door knock 1-2 times. Walking over, you opened the door to be surprised with colorful flowers in your face. "I- Babe what's this?" To your surprise, one of the petals glowed to your touch.

"They're flowers I snatched from the Hidden City! Unique aren't they?" You nodded your head, as you held the bouquet in your hands. "They're so pretty..." He chuckled holding your chin. "Just like you babe."

kissed you more affectionately

Leo had you place ontop of his lap, as you engaged in your intimate moment. His hands ontop of your waist, your arms around around his neck. While other times it was fast and quick.

This time it was slow, time consuming. Enough for you to become a flustered mess. You pulled away to breathe. Leo's face turning into a mischievous proud smirk, "Look at who's blushing ~"

Embarrassed, you covered your face as he pat your head. Letting you lean into his plastron. "Shut up..."

He even made you his wallpaper and made sure you acknowledged it. There wasn't a second in which you told yourself, that you weren't loveable.

He made sure you knew how much he adored you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

❤️ Raph

He honestly thought you wouldn't like someone as big and spiky as he is. He tells his brothers he was lucky to be with someone like you.

He fell for you MANY reasons.

You just were so friendly and cute! There was no way he'd ever lose his feelings for you.

Whenever you were around he'd just pick you up and twirl you around. Of course, if you both were alone! His brothers would tease him nonstop.

And that was another reason he loved you, you just got along with his family so well!

You were just so likeable, how could he just resist?

However, you thought differently.

He was inside of your apartment, watching a movie on your laptop with you. You were in a comfortable position and he was too. The movie was hitting between the romance and mystery genres, as Raph heard you yawn multiple times silently. He chuckled, placing his large hand onto the screen. "I think you should get some rest now. I wouldn't want you lazing around when we go out again."

You lazily looked up at him with a frown. This worried him a bit, was the movie that upsetting? Before he could say anything you beated him to it. ".. Raph, what do you even... Like about me?" He blinked for a couple seconds... "What do you mean?"

You looked away trying to think of how to rephrase your question, without breaking down. "Like... Erm— why.. did you even start to like me.. y'know just uhm..." He listened to you struggle before you sighed, about to tell him to forget it. Until he began to ramble.

"Well.. your personality is really nice. You're funny, genuinely. The way you twirl your hair just to the left is cute... Oh! How you get along with each of my brothers. Especially Donnie is cool. You're cool Y/N and—" Raph had a cheeky smile telling you some of the multiple reasons he liked you as a person, happy to admit it to you. But as he opened his eyes he saw your eyes attempting to not cry. He panicked, "Ah— Y/N, did I say something wrong...?" You shook your head quickly.

"No, no... Just had some bad thoughts was all."

"Bad thoughts about what?" He stopped himself just in time, for Mind-Raph to help him rephrase his words. "If you.. want to share. Of course, ya don't need to right?" You nodded again silently laying ontop of his plastron not saying a word; as you drifted off to Dreamland.

And yes, while Raph may have been flustered. He was concerned on why you had to ask that.

It wasn't until a couple more weeks into your relationship that you opened up.

How you felt as if you were unlikeable because of so many people that weren't important in your life now.

Genuinely all of that information made him upset. You were just so wonderful, how could they make you feel like this?

That's why Raph decided to try his best to say the words "I love you" More frequently.

3 special words that's may not mean much to most people, meant the world to you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

🧡 Mikey

You were his best friend and partner. There really was no moment in where he let you think he didn't like you.

You both usually lazily laid on bean bags as you played, laughing to stupid things.

You didn't think you'd think such terrible things around him. But oh, you did.

There was just so much to not like honestly... How you spoke, your style, .. you.

You were just unlikeable, and probably unlovable as well.

Hence, you began acting differently; distant.

Mikey could already tell you weren't feeling so good about yourself and he wasn't going to let that slide.

This was a job for Doctor Feelings.

It was a lazy Sunday, as you both just sat on the bean bags next to each other. Your head leaned a bit on Mikey's shoulder as Jupiter Jim played Infront of you. There was a feeling in your stomach that made you a bit sick. You weren't sick physically, no.

Just sick of feeling something that should've went away a long time ago. Mikey looked at you with a smile saying three special words. "I love you!"

Maybe that's what you needed to hear because Mikey could feel your grip on his arm tighten. He continued, "I love youuuu soooo much!" You giggled hiding your face into his shoulder. "M- mhm that's enou—"

"I LOVEEEEEE MYYYY S/OOOOOO!!" You were now flustered with him. Your doubt going away, he raised your face up for him to clearly hold. Just before he kissed your cheeks multiple times. "And nothing is going to change that."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 💐

💜 Donnie

Now.. Donnie, he's a different type of turtle when it comes to emotions.

He isn't used to touch especially hugs. Suggesting that maybe your love language was physical contact.

He'd usually stick with talking his feelings out. Even if it's hard that's just how he works.

So when he notices your behavior lacking what made you; "you." He got suspicious.

He may not be good at expressing his emotions, but he is good at telling which one you're feeling. Your body language and facial expressions just say it all.

Though he didn't like how you were suddenly distant. He enjoyed the space, but he did miss your signature laugh and loving eyes.

You were spinning yourself in a chair, as Donnie tinkered with one of his creations. Usually you'd ask what it does, and/or ask to help. But right now you were just stuck in your thoughts. You haven't even noticed that Donnie was calling your name multiple times, until—

"Y/N." You jumped a little, now focusing your attention onto him. He sighs, "What do you think of my creation?" You hesitate on your answer. Knowing you weren't listening at all due to being stuck in your cloud of thought. "I- it's nice.." you said weakly with a thumbs up. You watched as he tinkered with his work, but as you were going to lay back in the clouds he spoke. "What's wrong?"

You blinked a little, taken by surprise. Your eyes a little widened. "What do you mean?" He glanced towards you, "You know what I mean, Y/N." He was right, you did know what he meant. You gulped, speaking in a hushed tone. "Just some... Bad thoughts is all. No worries."

"Uhm, full worries. It's clearly eating you up." You looked away as he tried finding the words to say, without getting mad. "Just my self esteem. It's really not a big deal..." He frowned. "Well to me, it's a big deal. You're a good person." You frown a little. "Well.. I just don't deserve it..."

You watched as Donnie suddenly began to type into his wrist. He seemed to be typing something pretty long because it soon became awkward. Then he looked at you with a smile. "Well, technically the numbers don't lie do they? You're..." A hologram appears of the word "100."

"You're 100% deserving of being liked, loved, and treated with kindness." You stood there speechless as you blushed. Becoming flustered... "God..."

He smirked, "I'm always right aren't I?" You chuckled. "Shut up..."

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cevansbaby-dove · 7 months

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Hi 🩵

I have a request for Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

What would their life be like the first few days after the two of them got married? Staying in bed all day and having the steamiest days and nights, lots of cuddles, or are they more adventurous people that actually go sightseeing on their honeymoon?

I'm curious where your thoughts will lead us with this heheh 🖤

This sounds amazing!! Thank you for trusting me to write this. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Mr & Mrs Barber 🌹

Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

"Well Misses Barber...shall we get up yet?" You smile up at your husband of two days. "Do we have to move? I feel so cozy next to you"

he smiles. "Okay okay we'll stay a bit longer but i have to make you breakfast" You sit up a little. "In bed?" He nods. 'If you want, what ever makes my wife happy" He kisses you softly and you pull away saying. "Wife...god i'll have to get used to you calling me that"

"yea you will because i'll never stop calling you my love" You lean your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him. "Five more minutes."

You fall fast to sleep.

Hour time skip.

You get out of bed and change into this cute outfit.

As you walk into the kitchen you can hear Andy humming to a song. You smile and sit at the counter. "Did you make breakfast without me?"

Andy looks at you. "yea i didn't want to wake my wife up"

he walks over to you and kisses your lips. "Did you sleep alright?" You nod. "Yea, just a bit tired from our trip to France." You smile. "but oh man it was a fun trip"

"hmm i'm glad you enjoyed it" he kisses you once more and grab a plate of food he set aside. "I kept this on warm for when you came out."

"Aw! Andy you didn't have too..." You look at the plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes in the shape of a heart.

"no i wanted to spoil my wife so i went all out"

You look at your husband with a big grin, h's always been able to fix your bad days to great days even on his worst days after a tough case you were by his side telling him how great of a lawyer he is and making sure he knows that he's a great man.

He was going to date your best friend Laurie but she was just so toxic and you knew she was and Andy saw it too.

She would say mean things about him behind his back or to his face, he broke up with her and then met you.

He loved how caring you were to anyone you crossed paths with. He loves how your eyes shine when your smiling at kids, you two have talked about having three but in a few years.

You two wanted to take your time as a married couple to stay in the so called honeymoon phase that everyone could see you two were in.

"Y/N? did you hear me?" You look at him. "Hm? sorry was thinking.." he smiles. "i said i have to get to work at noon i have a big case so i might be home late."

You nod. "Should i wait up?' You smirk. "No darling no need, you need to rest too" he kisses your head and cleans up the kitchen a bit.

later that night.

Your in the living room when Andy storms in saying. 'Fuck why the fuck am i a lawyer?"

You jump a bit when he slams the door and heads upstairs. "Andy? what's wrong?" You ask as you follow him.

Andy takes his jacket off and hangs it up in the closet and says. "Damn case went out the window.."

He sits on the bed and sighs. Your right by his side rubbing his back. "Andy, There will be other cases please don't be upset"

"Not like this, this was gong to send me over a million in the bank"

Not knowing what else to say you wrap your arms around him pulling him close to you.

"We'll get through this...I'll be right here" He kisses your cheek and says. "Thank you Y/N" You smiles. "I made a vow to you a few day ago, for better or for worse."

He smiles. "And your saying for me..." You smile. "Say it with me."

You both say at the time. "It's just a bad day not a bad life" Andy smiles. "I love you so much Y/N Barber"

"I love you too Andrew Barber"

Thanks for your ask love!! I hope you found this great to read. I had to add a bad day cus who wouldn't want to be there when chris or andy have a bad day? 🥺

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elk96 · 7 months

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Hi! 😄

I wanted to know if you could be a top male reader. Where he and Cillian met in a bar, they spoke little so he couldn't ask for his number but the reader fell in love with him and his blue eyes, and one day when looking at photos of his friends he realizes that Cillian is a friend. from one of his friends, and is surprised because they never told him about him, so the reader asks his friend where he could meet Cillian again, and when they meet again, the reader flirts with him by saying things like:How about I kiss you, how about I buy you coffee tomorrow? What if you are the man of my life?

hello and thank you so so much for your request!!😁 it is my first request so it gave me endless joy😂

I so liked your prompt I had to make it into a two part story.

Hope you enjoy it!

What If Part 1

Cillian Murphy x Male reader

Words: 2457

Warnings: none (smut in part 2)

Of course, no disrespect to Cillian Murphy or his family intended! It's just a fictional story folks.

The bar was quiet, yet annoyingly full of people. Most of them danced slowly near the corners, but the queue for the drinks was large. You shoved your change in your pocket and grabbed your drink to get out of there, when a sharp voice caught your attention. It was one of the bartenders.

“And what do you want me to do lad, pour it back into the bottle?!”, he shouted angrily at the customer.

“I’m sorry, but I really can’t pay for it-

“What’s the matter”? you asked pleasantly, approaching the pair. You glanced at the bartender, then the money laid in front of a Guiness. The customer had closed his eyes, pushing his head towards his chest. So much drama for such a little inconvenience, you thought.

“There, I'll pay it off”, you said to the bartender and gave him the missing coins. “No need to worry mate, come on”, you added, and with both drinks at hand, you found a quieter spot in a corner. You looked behind you to find the man you’d just helped come after you flustered and embarrassed.

“God you’re not from around here, are you”?, you asked with a smile and handed him his beer.

“I just left the house in a haste. Though I had more money with me, you know”? He took a large sip. “Thank you so much by the way, I wasn’t in the mood for trouble. I’m Cillian”.

A small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you reached to shake his hand. Your heart was dancing in your chest. His touch was smooth, warm, his hand large and yet frail, just like the rest of him.

“What’s your name”? Cillian asked as you continued to just stare at him.

You cursed yourself mentally looking at the ceiling for a brief moment in frustration. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Um. Y/N. Y/N Y/LN. Lovely outfit, may I add”.

Cillian chuckled and looked down at himself as if to actually remember what he was wearing. White and red striped shirt, blue navy cardigan, ripped cuffed blue jeans. A small silver earring added even more spark to his face, as if those eyes weren’t dazzling enough already.

Cillian rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s just my casual fit you know? Something to keep me going through the day”.

“Rough day, I presume”.

“Yeah…Sometimes I just…I don’t know…Lose my faith in humanity, I guess. With everything that’s happening around here…I’ve always been trying to be one of those ‘look at the bright side’ kind of people, but now…”.

“You’re talking about the person who stole those charity funds hm”?, you asked sympathetically. The news had caused great shock in all the country. “I suppose that’s always been man’s nature though, hasn’t it? We can’t deny it”.

“But we can fight it-and we have to fight it, otherwise what’s the point”?, Cillian asked in a haste and gulped down his beer.

Absent-mindedly you reached to swipe some of the foam gathered on the corner of his eyes. You only then noticed that he’d finished his drink, while you were only one sip down with your. Cause you were drinking him with your eyes…

“Thank you for the beer again, I have work to do”, Cillian murmured, and with a soft “Good night”, he slipped between the crowd and…left. He had just…left. You kicked the wall next to you for letting him go like that. You could’ve asked for his number or something!

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, leaning on the wall. He is gone now. And, nobody said that there was much to happen anyway. What if he’d left so quickly because of your gesture? What if he’d cringed?

“Oh what a stupid reason to stay awake at night…”, you whispered to yourself and finished your drink. You had paperwork to do-loads of paperwork, actually, but all you would think about would be that ethereal man. Chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, soft nose. Not even Michaelangelo had carved beauty like his.

—----

Three days had passed and all you could do was think about Cillian-which was why you had agreed to go see the game at your friends’ house. Many of his pals would be there, since tomorrow one of them had his birthday, Will was throwing a party for him.

“Hello Y/N, so glad to see you mate! I didn't think you’d come”.

“Yeah, me neither, but I needed a break from work”.

“Oh come on”, his friend complained. “All you do is work and sleep, when are you going to have some fun? Find a girl, have a good time”!

“Oh I’m sorry sir William but not all of us have rich parents”, you joked and stepped inside. 5 other men were sitting on the couch and on the floor, waiting excitedly for the game to start. You smiled at them and then walked to the kitchen. You poured yourself a cup of water from the fridge. You had recently moved into the city, so you didn’t have many friends, and all your old ones were now scattered across the globe. William and his pals were good, fun-but they were made only to party and talk big. You hadn’t bothered to confess that you weren’t interested in girls, you just gave lame excuses about having too much work.

“Did you print the photographs''? William said conspicuously, making you flinch in surprise. He had asked you to print some cursed photos of the birthday boy and the group. Whether he wanted to blackmail him or give them to him, you didn’t know, but it was unimportant.

“Yes, I did”, you answered and handed them over to Will. “Scott looks like he’s pissed drunk in that one”, you laughed and pointed at the picture that interested you.

“Eh, you know Scott, always the quiet one”, Will smiled. You liked Scott. “But the most ridiculous one is Cillian”.

You drew in a sharp breath at the sound of his name-so it was him after all. When you’d seen the face in the picture you thought it was just wishful thinking on your part, a trick of your mind.

You furrowed your brow, pretending not to know. “Cillian? New addition to the gang”? you joked.

“Nah, we just hang out once or twice. He was the leading man on the play Scott participated in, so we became acquainted. Nice lad. Scott loves him ‘because he introduced him to a writer and now he thinks he’ll be able to work full-time at the theater like Cill. Let’s hope he finds out you need talent to do that because he quits his job, huh”? William laughed and went to the living room to find the others.

A sweet sense of anticipation lingered over you. He worked full time at the theater…You knew where to find him.

The next day, the sun rose vibrant and promising, the weather was crisp but not cold. You were walking faster than usual, anxious to find Cillian in the cafe Scott said he was going to in between theater breaks. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you felt confident. You had finished all your work, for the days to come, so you had no responsibilities, and with the weekend right on the next corner…who knew what would happen? You took a swift glance at yourself at a shop’s window to make sure everything looked in place, and then entered the cafe.

It was a small, cozy place with lots of cushions, orange lamps and vintage wooden tables. It’s calm, romantic ambience enveloped you, easing your nerves completely. You inhaled the intricate smell of brewed coffee, and then you saw him. He was sitting alone in the small attic of the place, where no tables but rather large pillows were places for those who searched for a break from the chit chat and noise. He was wearing a fluffy blue turtle-neck, which brought out those incredible eyes of his.

You ordered your favorite coffee and with the cup in hand you climbed up the stairs to meet him.

“Mind if I join”?, you asked with a smile.

Cillian put down the book he was reading, his features illuminated by joy for seeing you.

“Y/N! Of course, you needn’t have asked. Good to see you again”, he added softly.

You sat next to him on the soft material, placing your coffee on a little hanging shelf.

“You too. I was thinking about you actually…”, you said in a low voice. “What you told me '', you added to make it a bit more subtle. “Are you better now”?

“Hey, I didn’t mean to sound so depressive, '' he explained. “It’s just that I had worked in a play for the guy that collected and then stole the money. I thought he had integrity and honesty-but anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. How come you found this place”?

You held your breath, contemplating whether you should give him the real reason or just make up an excuse.

“I was out for a casual walk, and it looked cozy and cute, so I thought I’d come in for a cup of coffee. What are you reading? "you asked and picked up his book. “Call me by your name, my my! I thought you’d be more of a Dostoyefsky and Kafka type of guy”, you laughed, while your heart clenched in hope.

“Oh I am”, Cillian answered. “Or Bukowski, or Oscar Wilde, or Max Porter. But this particular book, I’d read some twelve years ago, and I still go back to it when I need a boost. Their relationship is so pure”, he said, his voice trailing off into nothing.

You tentatively brushed your fingertips against his own, held your hand there when he didn’t shy away from your touch. But he didn’t dare look you in the eyes.

“I always found it very sad…how long it takes them before they understand the depth of their feelings…And when they do, there is no time to enjoy their love”, you said softly admiring the softness of his skin, the delicacy of his features.

“I’d rather have one true kiss with someone than a relationship based on lies”, he mumbled almost inaudibly and that was when you placed your hand on his chin.

“What if I kissed you right now”? you whispered, turning his face towards yours. Cillian looked at you with surprise, but then, he closed his eyes, giving you the smallest of nods.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his soft ones, savoring his smell. You kissed his bottom lip, sucking on it gently before you parted his lips with your tongue. You felt him melt into your touch as you licked into his mouth gently. You broke the kiss, both gasping for air. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising rapidly.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re all ”, you whispered in his ear, pulling him towards you for a more passionate kiss. You brushed your hands through his silky hair, sucking at his full lips. Cillian needily wrapped his arms around your torso, and a small whine left him when you lapped on his mouth.

When you pulled back you were both disheveled.

A mean, low laugh came from downstairs, and when you looked, two blokes were pointing fingers at you, rolling their eyes and judging stupidly. Cillian picked up his book quickly, pulling away from you. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you apologized for your boldness.

“It’s not your fault, I just…worry about work. I don’t want word to spread and stuff”, Cillian answered hoarsely, and you understood that completely. It wasn’t necessary that people know about your affairs, no matter the sexuality or gender.

“How about I buy you a coffee tomorrow, or a beer at that bar and we talk about it?, you asked hesitantly.

Cillian thought about it while his thumb brushed nervously against your hand.

“I really like you Y/N”, he confessed.

“I’ve been thinking about you, Cill. For over three days now. We could go to my place-for something casual, I mean. To talk…I really want to get to know you better. Because I like you too. Very much”.

You admired the ethereal color of his eyes a little longer while Cillian prepared mentally for what awaited him. After a rather eventful break up, he wasn’t in the right headspace to connect intimately with someone again-especially a person of the same sex- but the attraction he felt, the warmth in his stomach and at the same time, the trust he had in you eased his uncertainty off.

Having already paid for your drinks, you left the picturesque cafe and walked to your place. It was a short walk under the warm sun and you were happier than you’d been in a long, long time. Cillian was introverted and shy, laughing nervously at your jokes and fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. It would scare you, how hard you were falling for him, if he weren’t honest and pure-hearted as he was.

You poured drinks for both of you and he sat on the living room carpet-another quirky habit of his along with the fact that he was always fidgeting-and you continued your conversation. He told you all about the play he was rehearsing at the moment, Grief Is A Thing With Feathers, opening his heart about the toll the role had taken on him. He had a beautiful way of speaking, soft and calm, and yet you understood almost right off how passionate he was about his work.

You could also sense that while eager, he also felt out of his depth a little bit, being alone with a man that regarded him as something more than a friend.

And then, you brought up your love for music, and the conversation went on for hours. In his nerdy way, he could speak insightfully about the songs he loved, how he connected with them.

The sun was beginning to set when you stood up, putting some jazz music playing on the radio. You turned on the warm, low lights on the side of the wall to create a romantic atmosphere, looking at Cillian.

“Up for a dance”?

“I’m not a great dancer”, he murmured, breath caught in his throat.

“How badly can you mess up some simple steps”?, you bit back, pulling him up by the forearm. You led him away from the furniture so you had a bit more free space, wrapping your arms around his waist. He let his hands drop lightly at your shoulder blades, shying away from your eyes. You began to move in small steps, following the rhythm of the music.

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archiveoftara · 9 months

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Fictional

Inspired from the song fictional by Khloe Rose. My mate @hufflepuff1619 suggested this amazing song and came up with the beautiful idea for this fic.

I hope you like it!!

Summary: Reader has gone through multiple heartbreaks and finds comfort in fictional characters (cuz same!) but this time her crush doesn't crush her feelings...you know what? Just read the fic. Bye

"Please, I can explain."

"What's there left to explain?"

"It's not what it looks like-"

"Please" I held my hand. "It's over. Thanks for showing me the truth."

I left the flat, eyes filled with hot tears. I can't believe he cheated on me with my best friend. I feel extremely disgusted and betrayed, without realising I found myself sitting inside a random train to London.

All I wish was to get out of this place, to escape the memories, The pain.

All my life, I've been the second option or the third wheel. Whenever I think I can give love a chance it just ends with a slap on the tits.

I will never go back.

……………………………………………...........................

It's been almost a year since I've moved to London. I work at a small bookstore. It's peaceful. My job is to stack up the books and take care of the back office.

It may sound boring but I find it fun. I get to read amazing books. Getting lost in a world where I am loved back.

It's a bright morning, still early for business. I just flipped the sign to "open" and went on with my business of cleaning up the shelves, when I heard a jingle of the door opening.

"Welcome to Lavender bookstore. How can I hel-"

My gaze got stuck on a set of warm brown eyes, he's got long eyelashes. His eyes sparkled under the sunlight. It felt so foreign.

"I..I.. How can I help you, sir?" The last bit came out in a high pitch.

"I'm looking for these books." Handing me the list.

"I have to check. Give me a moment, sir."

"Lockwood's fine."

Lockwood sounds great. Hot infact. He's gorgeous. Don't fall for him, don't fall for him. Be careful love He might be your next heartbreak.

I came back with the books and made the bill. "That will be twelve pounds, Lockwood."

"Here you go. Thank you, ms?" He asked.

"Y/n y/l/n." I beamed.

"Nice to meet you y/n. I'm Anthony Lockwood from Lockwood and Co. I'll see you around." He handed me his card and left the store.

Guess I got a new crush.

………………………………………………........................

This is the third time I run into Lockwood. Is it a mere coincidence or is this fate?

Better not get my hopes high as per my record I have bad luck in love.

I Remember the time when I had a crush on this guy back in highschool, the one I mustered up the courage to confess but he made fun of me in front of the whole school.

I also remember that time when a guy in University, I fancied so much, came with a bouquet in our dorm, I thought it was for me and he's gonna ask me out but he turned to ask my roommate instead.

"Um..y/n, are you okay?" Lockwood's voice echoed into my head.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"So when did you come to London?" He said while looking at me intently.

"A year ago. So what's your talent?" I changed the subject.

"Sight's my thing. How about you?"

"I don't have one. You're lucky." I pout.

"Not really but the risk is worth taking." He looked deeply in my eyes, I think my heart skipped a beat.

Shit

…………….................................................................

It's the weekend, me and Lockwood planned to hangout (it's strictly not a date) in Hyde park. As we both came to know we got things in common so he thought to have a nice (friendly) chat under the sunny sky. I dressed up in a floral summer dress and made my way to the park.

I think I have a friend now. When I reached the park I saw families who were playing with their children, couples under the trees , friends having a lovely picnic. I looked at my watch, we still got time. I pulled up a book and started reading where I left off.

It's been two hours, the sun was setting down, people slowly began to leave the park. I finished my book long time ago but Lockwood didn't show up.

I hope he's okay.

With a heavy heart, I made my way to my flat. My flat was near my workplace, I was absent mindedly walking when my eyes fell on the store. A familiar man in white shirt and black hair was sitting across a really pretty girl.

I hear something shatter.

Oh, it's my heart. How stupid of me to think that a guy like him will ever like me back?

I see Lockwood smiling at the girl. The girl lightly hit his arms and laughed. Before his eyes met mine, I ran away.

Well, I guess the third time's not a charm

Nursing a three times broken heart~~

It's been almost couple of months since I last saw Lockwood with that girl. I kept my distance with him. Whenever he dropped by the store I would hide in the back office or if he catches me off guard I would finish the conversation in one word.

I tried my best to avoid him but fate had other plans.

"Y/n?"

I was on my way home when I heard someone calling my name.

"Hi..?" I whispered.

"I wanted to apologise for that day. When I showed up at the park you already left, I had this important case-" Lockwood rambled.

"It's ok. I got it." I turned around.

"Wait. Y/n please talk to me."

"What's there to talk about?" Trying my best not to cry.

"Please tell me what happened? I tried to talk to you but you're avoiding me. Atleast, tell me what did I do wrong? I'll fix it."

"YOU CAN'T FIX IT." I felt stream of tears running down my face. "It's.. I saw you that day, in the bookstore, with that girl. Laughing and talking and I'm so. I feel like a loser Lockwood."

"Y/n listen-"

"What's there to listen? I saw it with my own eyes. You know I came to London because my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I wanted to start fresh. Forget the pain. I was doing just fine till you walked through that door with your beautiful eyes and eye blinding smile. There I was falling yet again just to break."

"I am such a fool."

"y/n"

"I forgot I'm not build for love, no matter how much I try because someone has to come and stomp on my heart just for fun.

"Y/n listen"

"No you Listen to me Lockwood, I'm not gonna get hurt this time. Yes I did fell for you and yes it is unrequited but I don't care long as I have my books with me-"

I felt a pair of soft lips against mine. My eyes widened for a second before kissing him back. I melted under his arms. He pulled me closer, I felt everything going blank inside my head.

"Sorry..I couldn't find any other way to shut you up" he gasped for air.

"Does..does this mean?" I asked.

"I love you idiot. I really really do. From the moment I first met you." He blushed. "And that girl, her name is Lucy. She's my new associate, we were working on a case when you saw us in the bookstore. I was pulling her leg, She was talking about her new crush. Y/n, she's a sister to me."

"Oh…shit."

"I'm sorry, Lockwood."

"It's ok you can make up for it with another kiss." He smirked. I playfully hit his arm in response.

"Will you do the honour to be my girlfriend?" He held my hand.

"I will."

*Bonus*

It's so crazy we run into each other so much, do you think it's fate?"

I blushed in response.

"Now dear, you'll turn into a tomato if you don't stop blushing."

"Shut up Lockwood."

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #fandom #fanfic #locknation #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #fluff #reqs open #save lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #request #requests are open

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quazkers · 1 year

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GOODNIGHT N' GO

GN!Reader and Diluc ; You and Diluc are not together yet, but reciprocate feelings! ^-^ ; Modern AU ; You and Diluc are around your 20s, and his family is still alive (sparing him this time..) ; Fluff Song: Goodnight n' Go by Ariana Grande

AUTHOR NOTE. This was kinda like written on a whim so it might not be as great </3 This idea just popped into my and I wanted to write it so yeaaa >゜)))> Enjoy ^^

"You'll miss your train and come stay with me,"

The sun has long set, the light from your dining room shining into your living room. Diluc has left not too long ago from your house to catch his train back home, but a familiar knock echoed through your home.

You gotten up from your spot on the couch, opening the door. There stood the familiar red hair, a sheepish smile on his face.

"It appears I missed my train..." Diluc scratched his cheek. You let out a laugh, "How odd, the Diluc, one who is picky with time, missing his train?"

Diluc huffed, "Would it be alright if I stay with you tonight?"

"Sure sure, I was already starting to miss you anyways," You'd smile, your face heating up a bit as you step back, letting Diluc inside. You heard a chuckle come from him.

"We'll have drinks and talk about things,"

"Thirsty? I'm off work tomorrow so it wouldn't hurt if I have a drink or two," You said as you rummaged through your cabinets.

"I'll just take the grape juice as always," Diluc sat on a stool nearby the counter. He watched as you took two glasses, pouring grape juice in one, and red wine in another. You handed him the glass with grape juice, taking a sip of red wine from yours.

"How's the business going?" You asked, relaxing on a stool nearby him.

"Smoothly as always. Everyone's been missing you a bit since you moved a bit farther from there," Diluc stared into his drink, a soft smile present on his face.

"When you get back, tell everyone I'll be visiting soon once I finish with some things," You ruffled Diluc's hair, a chuckle coming out of you.

"And any excuse to stay awake with you,"

You set your empty glass down. "Interested in watching a movie? This new horror movie came out and I was waiting to watch it with you for some time!"

Diluc looked to you, an eyebrow raised, "Aren't you scared of horror movies though? Last time you couldn't sleep for a good while..."

"Well-! Uh- Times changed!" You huffed, hearing a laugh coming out of Diluc.

"Alright then, if you say so." Diluc gotten up from his stool as you let out a little cheer.

"Come help me prepare real quick!" You rushed off to grab some things.

"And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there,"

You cling onto Diluc for your life, hiding under the blankets. A few pats on the back came from him.

"Looks like not a lot of time has passed," He laughed. "Shut!" You pouted.

The credits rolled in, announcing the movie has finished. Diluc took the remote not too far away, turning the tv off. You peeked from under the blankets, letting out a sigh. You relaxed into Diluc's chest.

"Finally... It's over." You let out a breath as you felt a certain someone's arms wrap around you.

"But then the heating may be down again,"

"Your so warm..." You said, your eyes becoming heavy. A chuckle came from Diluc. "You wouldn't mind if I stay here with you on the couch right...? The heater broke down not too long ago, so my bedroom is freezing." You said as you looked up at Diluc.

He shook his head, "I wouldn't mind." If it weren't for the lack of light inside the room, you would've been able to notice a brush of red on his cheeks.

You snuggled into his touch, a blanket wrapped around you two. The beating of his heart and yours intertwining. You heard Diluc mutter a few words, his warm face snuggling into your shoulder.

"Huh-? What did you say?" You whispered, waiting for a response.

"Why'd you have to be so cute?"

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #diluc fluff #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc x you

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gyupremacy · 1 year

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In Good Hands | wjh.

↳ Pairing: wen junhui x fem!reader

↳ Genre: fluff, established relationship

↳ Au(s): slice of life

↳ Rating: PG-15

↳ Word Count: 1k

↳ Warning(s): none

↳ Summary: Work has been taking a toll on you as of late. Good thing that your caring boyfriend is there to help ease your stress.

↳ a/n: This made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside while writing ☺️. Thanks @rkivian for this great banner and @rose-likesto-write for taking the time to look over it! Hope you all enjoy it!

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"Baby, I'm home," you called out tiredly, wanting nothing more than to be greeted by your loving boyfriend.

You were too exhausted from a long day of office work and plopped down on the couch.

"Junhui! Where are you?" You yelled, taking your shoes off.

Untucking your button-up from the skirt, getting up to get something to drink when you saw him coming through the doorway.

"Y/N! How was work?" He asked, pecking your lips.

"Long," you said, huffing out.

Junhui had just gotten out of the shower by the looks of damp hair and the towel around his neck as he came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baobei," he said, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well, you could stop getting water on me," you giggled as he unwrapped his arms around you.

He grabbed your hands, turning you around to face him, and brought both of your hands up, kissing them softly.

"How about a massage? You've been working hard lately and deserve some relaxation," Junhui mused.

"You're right, Jun. I've been pretty stressed lately, so I think a massage might help," you responded.

"Perfect! I'll bring the massage table out of the closet and get everything ready," he smiled, leaving the kitchen.

You went back to the living room and turned the TV on.

"Let's see what's out now," and clicked the Netflix icon.

Scrolling through the new releases, you settled on a limited series about which you heard from a friend talk about and began to unwind.

Junhui, on the other hand, wasn’t kidding about you needing some relaxation. He was really attentive and understanding when it came to you.

Sometimes, you did feel a bit guilty of burdening him with your troubles, especially when you saw how tired he looked from dance practice and he'd reassure you every single time that he didn't mind taking care of you, but you couldn't help but notice the faint dark circles around his eyes.

"Y/N, everything's set up! You can come back now!"

Speaking of Junhui, you soon followed his voice to the bedroom, where the lights were turned off as He lit the vanilla scented candles and smiled at how in awe you were.

"Wow! This looks amazing," you beamed and further spoke,

"You really pulled out all the stops, huh?"

"Of course! Anything for my favorite girl," Junhui quipped, bringing you over to the massage table.

"I'll grab the massage oil from the bathroom so you can get undressed in the meantime."

He left the bedroom and you changed out of your clothes. You wrapped the towel that was left on the bed around your body and laid flat on the stomach on the table.

The atmosphere was so soothing you could've fallen asleep right then and there if you hadn't known better.

He brought you back to the task at hand once he reappeared with the bottle of oil.

"I picked out lavender since it's your favorite," he quipped.

"So thoughtful," you praised.

You had brought up the idea several months ago to buy a massage table for both of you whenever either of you felt stressed. The oils were an added bonus for Valentine's, as

Junhui picked out three scents: one you liked, one he liked, and one that neither of you tried before.

"Anything for you, Y/N," Junhui smiled, putting the oil on the dresser.

Your heart fluttered at his words, watching him prepare the final touches.

"Is there any area that's been bothering you lately?" Junhui asked.

"My neck for sure and my shoulders," you explained.

He readjusted your towel, pulled it down to the dip of your back, and grabbed the bottle of massage oil from the dresser as he squeezed out somw on his hands, rubbing them together.

Once he brought his hands towards your shoulder blades, all the stress from the week began to slowly melt away.

"Mmm…" you murmured.

"You're rather tense right here. Are you feeling any pain?" Junhui asked.

"No, it feels nice," You turned your head towards him and smiled.

He nodded his head, continuing to knead the sore muscles on your shoulders, reaching closer to your neck.

You moved your arms slightly, folding them so you could lay your head down for support. That's when you cast a glance towards your boyfriend.

You just took in his appearance, the tousled hair, the way he pursed his lips in concentration, and how the mole above his lip moved up with the movements of his mouth.

Junhui had noticed you were staring and giggled.

"What's that look for?" He questioned.

"Just thinking," you contemplated.

Junhui had turned his attention towards your upper back, grabbing the massage oil to apply on the area. Your thoughts from earlier about him putting your needs before his own started plaguing your mind again.

"You know you didn't have to do this," you said.

"How come?" He asked.

"You always do things for me, but I feel like I don't do as much in return," you responded.

"Having to sit and listen to me go on and on about work when you spend hours on end memorizing choreography and singing."

"Y/N, you know how much I care about you. I'm here to listen no matter what," Junhui reassured.

"You're a hardworking and amazing woman and deserve all the love and care in the world."

Your heart started to melt at the praise you were receiving as he removed his hands from your lower back. You moved to sit up on the massage table and yawned.

"I didn't think getting a massage would make me this tired," you laughed.

"Well, as long as you enjoyed it, then I count that as a mission accomplished," Junhui joked.

You went to the dresser and pulled out some pajamas to put on. Your eyes started to blink as a sign that you were begging to doze off.

You hopped into the bed and got underneath the covers. Junhui came beside you and kissed your cheek.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you," Junhui whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled back.

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#wkcnet #kvanity #wen junhui fluff #wen junhui imagine #jun fluff #jun imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #gyupremacy

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ultraminki · 4 months

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ateez fic recs (again)

the last time I did this was a little unorganised so I am having another go at this. please send your love to these writers if you love their work as much as I do! Make sure to reblog their works!!!

also these are all mature so minors do not interact!!!

this night together by @honeyhotteoks

pairings: yunho x mingi x reader as the main pairing, but features seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

summary: you’re finally getting your dream job, working with some of the best dancers in the business, but a job change means a break in your healthcare coverage and suppressants these days are expensive. going into heat at the studio pretty much seems like the worst case scenario, but you find yourself in the care of two alphas who won’t let you go through it alone.

game of thrones-inspired au + prince hongjoong + “do you want know the first thing my father taught me?” by @wordstro

pairings: hongjoong x reader, san x reader

swiss holiday by @kwanisms

yunho × fem!Reader

summary: All throughout her formative years, Y/N has always harbored a bit of a crush on her best friend’s brother, Yunho. Having not seen him for years, she doesn’t expect those feelings to come back when she joins the Jeong’s on a family trip to a cabin in the Alps for the holiday. When she meets Yunho and his girlfriend, she’s hopeful that she can finally move on.

strawberry mocha by @pirateprincessblog

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jung wooyoung x reader, ft yunho

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: your favorite café has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverage

the answer by @berryunho

summary: Life is great until your best friend goes missing your senior year of university, leaving little more than an apology and goodbye. Months later, you’re determined to find out what happened to him and discover a situation much more complicated than you would have ever anticipated. as in Kim Hongjoong doesn’t like the word ‘cult.’ He prefers 'sect.'

pairings: ateez x fem reader, song mingi x fem reader, choi san x fem reader, kim hongjoong x fem reader, others throughout (very slowburn lol)

man with the plan by @nonclassyparty

Summary:"Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me."

When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

starring role by @nonclassyparty

Summary: We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

Pairing: y/n x choi san; y/n x song mingi

atarashi by @setsugekka

summary: When your 30th birthday rolls around, so does the awareness of how little you have to show for it: a lackluster career, a marriage on the rocks, and little more than the memory of your younger aspirations.

And then the new transfer student with a mysterious past takes a particularly forbidden fascination in you.

pairing: student!hongjoong x fem!reader, husband!yeosang x fem!reader

#ateez fic recs #minors dni

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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(Part 01 of 07)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader | platonic!Eddie X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

Next part -> (02)

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

Summary: You didn't get over Billy's death, isolating yourself from everyone. But when a new monster starts making victims, the party has no other choice but to involve you... And ask you to give shelter to a metalhead.

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

We're All Freaks Here

“Thank you, dear.” The old woman's voice snaps you back to the present, making reality hit you hard, with Melvald's General Store's bright lights making you blink a few times.

Quickly, you hand her the change and help her put the set of pale red bowls into a paper bag. “Thank you, for buying from us.” You say, replying to her sweet smile with your best, fake one.

“Bye, dear.” The lady waves and you do the same, checking the time on a watch on the wall across from you, sighing. Eight more minutes and you're off.

But you're not excited about it. You're not really excited about anything else anymore.

“(Y/N).” At the mention of your name, you turn around. Mr. Smith, your boss, comes to stand next to you. “There's nobody here, you can go. I'll close it.”

“Alright.” Trying to sound normal, you nod with another fake smile before walking to get your bag.

“And (Y/N)?” He calls again, and you stop by the door to look at him. “Try to have some fun this weekend, you look like you need it. I've heard my grandchildren talking about some party. I could get you the address if you want.”

That makes your smile become just a little bit real. “Thank you, Mr. Smith, but I'm fine. Just tired.”

The old man nods. “Take care.”

“I will. See you on Monday.” With that, you leave, crossing the parking lot to your car.

His car.

Billy stands leaning against the hood, his eyes locked on you. “Finally.” He smirks. “Been waiting for-” He pauses, taking a look at his wristwatch. “Ten whole minutes.”

“Alright, drama King. Sorry for making you wait for so long.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to him.

“Come here.” He moves before he's even done speaking, a strong arm embracing you, pulling you against his chest. The next thing you know is the taste of his lips on yours. Sweet, warm, familiar... It still makes your skin tingle, like on the very first time, in the Hawkins High School parking lot.

When you break apart, his arms keep you close. “I've heard of a party tonight. How about we pay them a visit? Dance the night away.”

Smiling, you nod. “Sounds like an amazing idea.”

“Great. Off we go then.” He steals another kiss before pulling the passager door open for you. This is a gesture that still has people talking around the town. They can't separate the Billy Hargrove they see from the Billy Hargrove that belongs to you. The loving, caring one, from the angry, bad boy persona he carries around with everyone else. “Princess.”

With blushing cheeks, you get inside the car, your eyes not leaving his. “Off we go.”

You hear the door being closed and you snap back to reality. Again. But this time isn't the bright lights that make you blink. A single tear rolls down as you make your way to the Camaro. When you get behind the wheel, you cover your face with both hands, letting the tears fall freely.

It's been eight months, more or less. Eight months since Billy was taken away from you. And you've been stuck. Stuck in the past, going back and forth between anger and depression.

For some reason, you can't get over it. You can't get over him.

You love Billy. You always have, but it was only when you lost him that you realized how much.

It was only when Billy died that you realized he was the love of your life. The one and only, one who owned your heart.

And now, your heart is broken.

•••

You park the Camaro in your usual spot before getting out. The first thing you'll do tomorrow is to finish painting the porch. Joyce allowed you to change anything you wanted on her house, so you decided to paint the porch white, in an attempt to light up the place. To light up the atmosphere.

But it's useless to light up the place when it's always so dark inside of you.

The house is silent as always, and you leave the bag and keys on the kitchen table before heading to take a shower. When you're done, you sit on the edge of the tub, drying and brushing your hair before putting your clothes on. You decide to pin it up on a ponytail as you walk back to the kitchen, thinking about what do to for dinner. You're cutting the potatoes when something outside gets your attention.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you grab the knife and move closer to the window, finding figures moving through the greyish shadows of the early dusk. “What the hell...” Before heading to the front door, you take the gun you keep under the living room coffee table. When you pull the door open, you also pull the safety off... You have faced too many monsters to take any chances, and it's rare for people to come this way, even more people who move so desperately.

Your grip on the knife grows tighter and you aim... That's when a very familiar voice reaches your ears.

“I'm in an open field. If anyone sees me, it's over.” Someone else answers.

“Just walk faster then.” That's Steve... What is Steve doing here?

“There! Hi!” Dustin shouts, waving both hands. “Oh my God. It's been so long.” The smile on his lips is genuine, you can tell even though the decreasing distance. But he's anxious. Nervous.

It hasn't been this long. They keep an eye on you, there's always someone over... Maxine more often than anyone else. You even have a bedroom set for when she spends the night, or the weekend.

“What is going on?” You speak out, eyeing the small party. Dustin, Max, Lucas. Steve, of course, with Nancy and Robin. Still, a bunch of people... But the party was a lot bigger back then.

There's a new face though, dark hair all over his face. He's nervous too... So, the kids just bringing new people in at this point, or what?

“Long story short,” Dustin mutters, making a pause to breathe. “We need your help.”

“You're in danger,” Maxine speaks at the same time Dustin does, and they exchange a glance.

Rubbing your forehead with the back of the hand holding the gun, you take a deep breath. “Which one of those? Do you need my help or am I in danger?” You ask. “And who's the freak?” You jerk your chin towards the new guy.

“Ouch.” He mutters.

“Don't take it personally. We're all freaks here.” You mutter right back, turning your back at them and walking inside. “Come. And tell me what the hell is going on this time.”

•••

Fries for dinner. Just an insane amount of it, made by Steve as you crowd the kitchen. “So he targets people with trauma.”

“Basically, yes.” Nancy answers.

Max looks at you, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. If you're in danger, so is she. “Plans?”

“We're working on it.”

“Nancy and I are going to visit Victor Creel,” Robin says. “Similar murderers happened in 1959 and... He's said to be the killer.”

“He isn't.” It comes out a whisper, and you take another fry. They're starting to get cold. “But he might know something and we'll need to follow every clue. Have you guys tried to get in touch with El? Will, Mike, anyone?”

“No. We tried to call, but nobody answers.” Steve sighs. “We're on our own, for now at least.”

“Hm.” Looking down at your hands, you play with the ring on your thumb. Billy's ring. Silence falls over the party, and you know it's because they know. Raising your head, you lock eyes with the newest freak. “What's your name again?”

“E-”

“This is Eddie.” Dustin cuts him off, putting an arm around the boy's shoulders. “Leader of the D&D Hellfire Club.” By the smile on his face, you know he likes this Eddie. And how could he not, being obsessed with D&D.

“And what's your story, Eddie? How did you end up in this mess?”

“I, hm...” He fidgets, looking down at his hands and playing with his many rings. “Chrissy died at my place. She was Vecna's first victim and they think I did it.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “I didn't, by the way. Just so you know.”

Nodding, you get up. “I know. I bet they're blaming it on the RPG.”

“Obviously,” Dustin says.

“Alright. I'm in great danger, once again. Good. But how can I help?” You don't feel good to help, not this time. Eight months feel like eight days, and you know, given the present situation, your pain puts a huge target on your back.

“We need a safe place for Eddie to hide.” Lucas starts, and when you look at the guy, he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Here? What makes you think they won't come looking?”

“Who would? The police already swept through this area, Jason and his jerk friends don't know you're connected to any of us. It's the safest place we can think of.”

Taking a deep breath, you pace around. What could you say? Turning your back on them when there are many lives at stake - again -, isn't an option. And you can always go back into grief when this is over.

Despite your pain, you're loyal. And you love these people.

“He can stay.”

“Thank you!” Eddie bursts out, bolting up to his feet, both hands clasped together in front of him. “You won't even notice I'm here.”

“I doubt that.” You add.

An hour later, you're standing on the porch, arms crossed. “Let me know what you find tomorrow, alright?” You tell the girls, then look at Max. “Are you sure you don't want to stay?”

“No. My mom needs me home. But I'll be careful. And you do the same.” He hugs you, and you simply nod.

It does sound like there's nothing you can do once Vecna hooks you, but you don't say that. You just go from one hug to the next as they start walking away.

“You still have the radio?” Steve asks, letting go of you, and you give him a quick nod. “Keep it charged. I have mine, let me know if anything happens.”

“Okay.”

“You're not alone, you know that, right? You never were.”

That makes you smile a little, nodding once again. “We'll get this son of a bitch. We always do.”

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I couldn't exactly find the soulmate au that I was thinking about so any Soulmate au would be applicable!

KHR x Wednesday

Reader is the Sky Arcobaleno instead of Luce, They have powerful sky flames that manages to keep Reader alive for decades and The Arcobaleno kept in touch via an app/website that Verde made. They decided to enroll into Nevermore because they are bored and if vampires can join Nevermore at any age then R can too! Reader is just on the sidelines, watching from afar never revealing their flames to anyone in Nevermore even Weems.

Here we come to the Angsty Fun part! Reader confronts Wednesday on being soulmates but gets rejected. Saddened but smiles at Wednesday and nods and they apologizes and bids them a good life. One of the arcobaleno comes and enrolls after that and Reader spends time with the arcobaleno, ignoring Wednesday. Reader and arcobaleno can be lovers or something like that. You can decide the plot

Wednesday x Arcobaleno!Reader

V: Any trouble so far?

-No, not so far. There seems to be some rumbles about, but nothing I need to step into.

R: Good to know. We have a contact that may show up. He's a troublemaker, but he's a good informant.

V: Name's Fester.

C: Make sure the authorities don't get to him. He's usually good about it though.

The rest of the conversation devolves into other updates that don't pertain to you so you return your gaze to the Nevermore Quad. You watch as outcasts of all sorts mingle together and smile at the sight. In the years you've been alive, it warmed your heart to see the evolution and progression of their acceptance within the world.

You came to this school out of boredom. With the other Arcobaleno able to keep things running without you, you had a bit of freedom with your life. Especially since the curse running in your family seemed to skip you. In fact, you've been the head of the Giglio Nero Famiglia for years longer than any others.

But now, you're just another face in the crowd. It was a nice change of pace. No one needed you aside from your team. No one knew who you were. No one knew your power. Both your clairvoyance and your flames. And you had no intention of showing anyone.

At least until you laid eyes on Nevermore's newest resident, Wednesday Addams.

As soon as you gaze upon her, the flame in your heart blazes then ebbs into a calm ember. Because of the strength of your Dying Will Flame, you had to constantly be aware of your power. But now, you feel as though calm has settled into your soul.

You need to talk to Wednesday as soon as you can. It takes a couple days, but you managed to catch the goth alone.

"Wednesday, yes?" You wait until the girl turns to look at you. "I'm Y/N. And... And I believe you're my soulmate."

She just stares at you, her eyes occasionally moving you size you up. You don't know what's on her mind, but you hope that there's something there.

"I have no soulmate," she says, crushing your hopes. "And I have no intention of getting one. That is a weakness I will not claim."

You feel your heart breaking. The sorrow nearly cripples you. But you take a breath and offer the goth a smile. Stepping back from her space, you bow.

"I suppose I'll just have to accept that then." Your eyes waver and tears begin to fill up. "May your future lead you to greatness."

You walk away, letting your tears fall. Your flames withering with your mood.

-----+++++-----

The days seem to blur after your encounter with Wednesday. You see her everywhere and the hurt renews every time you do so. Even now, when you're sitting in the quad, you find yourself looking in her direction. You don't snap out of it until a wrapped bento box is waved in front of you.

"It's a rare sight to see a frown on your face, Boss."

Startled, you look up at your new companion only to see a familiar smile.

"Fon! What are you doing here?" You stand up and pull him into an embrace, which he returns in kind with a soft chuckle.

"We thought you would like some company while here, so I volunteered." He smooths the creases on his uniform and sits next to you. "Also thought you might've missed some good food so..." He opens the bento, revealing his favorite food.

"Hahaha Mapo tofu. Yes, it's been a while since I've had this. Thank you, Fon."

"Of course."

Little did you know, a pair of dark eyes witnessed the whole interaction and a stuttering heart beats for the first time.

-----+++++-----

Wednesday is investigating in the woods when she hears grunts. Following the sound, she finds you and Fon sparring in a clearing. For a split second, rage surges through her veins. It was strange for her. She never wanted a soulmate. She didn't even think she had one. But now that you made yourself known, the possessive feelings seem to overtake her.

Your eyes on her quickly became a staple in her life. Even after she rejected you, the fact that you watched her gave her a strange comfort. But when your companion arrived, she didn't feel those eyes anymore and it makes her feel more empty than she usually feels. She didn't like it. And knowing that your eyes were more on this newcomer than on her, she liked that even less.

Wednesday found herself watching the sparring match. She wanted to know more about you and why she was drawn to you outside of being soulmates. When the appearance of flames from the both of you came about, she was captivated.

Yours and Fon's flames danced in red and oranges. You easily recovered from every strike using your Soft Flames. Fon's speed gave him the advantage when it came to the number of attacks. However, your Hard Flames gave you the power to deal extra damage.

The battle grows more fearsome as time goes on. At some point, Fon sends an Exploding Lotus Kempo towards you, which you dodge. But in doing so, it goes towards Wednesday. As soon as you notice, you burst forward as the red dragon races towards the goth. You make it in time to take the hit, using your own flames to nullify the damage as much as you can.

"Boss!" Fon races towards you and checks you for harm.

"What did I tell you about calling me that here, Fon?" You let out a soft groan. The sleeves of your shirt have disintegrated, leaving your forearms bare and slightly singed. You turned to look at the girl behind you with a soft smile.

"Any harm to you, Wednesday?" The goth shakes her head.

"Good." You turn back to Fon. Almost immediately, Wednesday misses your eyes on her. "Fon, we'll have to be more careful while sparring." The Storm Arcobaleno nods in agreement.

"Of course." He looks at Wednesday and bows. "Apologies for the fright. I should've held back."

"What power is that?" Wednesday asks, ever the curious one. "I've never seen it before."

Fon looks at you. He wasn't sure whether to tell the girl about your famiglia and everything that it entailed. You just keep your smile.

"They're called Dying Will Flames." You explain. "It's an... Inherited trait within our circle." Wednesday frowns at your explanation.

"Just who are you?" A sad smile graces your features.

"Someone of no real importance to you, amore."

You turn to leave, taking Fon by the arm to leave as well. "Be safe out here, Wednesday. Sorry to have bothered you."

Fon placed a comforting hand on your back as you both walked away. Wednesday feels as though she just lost something dear to her, something she hasn't felt since losing Nero. She hates herself for this, but maybe she'll have to find a way into your good graces if she's going to feel normal again.

Wednesday isn't even sure if that's possible now...

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